Because he knows just how disgusting that beer is, Wen Kexing gives Jacob a bright shit eating grin, one eyebrow raised. Blessedly, Livius is looking away from him, and so he's schooled his expression a little better when the big man turns back his way. He knows eventually he'll have to leave Jacob to his own devices, he's won the man's tentative respect, Wen Kexing is still someone to be cautious off - or, no, they don't see him as a threat yet, but he is an outsider.

There's something, Livius informs Jacob, words a slow drag. How anyone gets anything done around here Wen Kexing doesn't know. But he makes sure he doesn't look interested, idly fanning himself again. People we need dealt with.

It isn't how he'd run a criminal organisation but then, he likes to deal with things himself.